We all seem to have woken up this morning, most of us begrudgingly. How would you really like to wake up? It is such a traumatic process but maybe there is a way to make it bearable.
Is it a simple beep-beep-beep from the ipod alarm clock followed by a blast of Journey’s Don’t Stop Believing, as the ipod kicks in?
Or maybe it is the stirring of your bed guest and the morning light penetrating the neutral colour of your bedroom curtains?
A blow job and back to sleep, not getting up today!?
Perhaps Mozart’s Piano Concerto 21, increasing in volume with the morning’s intensifying incandescence. As you drift from stages 3 to 1 of sleep, and into REM sleep (of course, pausing for a 2 minute dream of your favourite escort – which will of course seem like 2 hours in duration), you rouse to find [insert person here] dressed [as you wish] with a tray. From the tray you scent fresh blueberry pancakes, with a selection of syrups, 3 fresh juices and hot coffee. You drag yourself up on to the mountain of goose down pillows, accept your tray, admire [specifics of tray bearer] and open your newspaper, as well as print outs of the overnights activity on EI??